Chapter 239 - 237 Giving Too Much, Undercurrents In The White House.
Nick Fury didn't know why Superman wanted to recruit him, but this didn't prevent him from agreeing.
Two weekends, triple pensions, single apartment in New York, luxury suites in Las Vegas, and VIP customer treatment in casinos …
These were all benefits that the CIA couldn't give.
If those colleagues knew it, they would certainly rush to S.H.I.E.L.D to apply for a position, even as a temporary worker.
An agent couldn't live off feelings and attachments. In the face of a higher salary and better conditions, everyone would know what to choose.
The young Fury was no exception, although he had some inner doubts.
'What does General Cavill see in me?'
This was what made Fury, who had left the office, feel puzzled.
As a nobody in the CIA, he didn't have an impressive resume.
He led the capture of several Soviet spies, which was the largest and most meritorious mission Fury had ever participated in since joining the Intelligence Division.
Compared with the legendary agents who carried out various dangerous missions in the CIA, Fury was nothing.
Lieutenant General Cavill's compliment just now was more of a polite remark than a real one.
The only person who could talk to the CIA on an equal footing was perhaps Director Vandenberg, who also held the rank of Lieutenant General.
If S.H.I.E.L.D wanted to recruit him, it only needed to send a letter or give notice.
There was no need for Lieutenant General Cavill to come out in person. This was really abnormal.
'What strengths do I have that I don't know about and that Lieutenant General Cavill had discovered?'
With this question, Fury walked into the elevator. He would go through the formalities tomorrow, sign an employment agreement, and become a glorious agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
'I'm sure I'll have to invite my CIA colleagues to dinner tonight.'
This was a necessary procedure.
Fury was already looking forward to the envious looks on the guys' faces when they found out he got triple their pension -- well, it didn't mean that anyone really wanted the money right away.
'Grandpa always warned me to remain kind but still be vigilant at all times. '
The elevator descended all the way down. Fury returned to the hall and looked up at the shining silver eagle emblem.
As a black man who suffered from discrimination, he didn't believe that there was such a thing as unwarranted goodwill in the world where everything was profit-driven.
In the young Fury's view, even if Luke chose to recruit himself because he was 'interested' in him, it was more convincing than mere admiration.
Of course, the above were totally groundless assumptions.
Who didn't know that Luke had a gorgeous Italian lover and was very close to Miss Carter, the Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D?
Also, according to gossip from unknown sources, even the representative of the mutants, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, actually had an improper affair with him.
So, how could Lieutenant General Cavill, who had such a reputation for being a womanizer, be interested in Fury?
Even if there was 'interest', it was Superman's comrade, Captain America -- Steve Rogers was more dangerous.
'A new life is about to begin. '
The young Fury shrugged off these questions and reached out to stop a cab.
He was ready for a bright future. With such a promotion and salary increase, he was on his way to the peak of life.
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"You think highly of this new agent? It's rare to see you waste your valuable time on a random nobody."
Luke stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms on his chest, watching Nick Fury leave.
The voice of an acquaintance came from behind him. It was Howard who was full of enthusiasm.
"I want to nurture a competent helper. With the expansion of S.H.I.E.L.D., Carter's workload is getting heavier and heavier. A large organization shouldn't rely on her alone."
Luke turned around. After a few days of recuperation, Howard looked much more refreshed and had probably recovered from the female vampire's crazy exploits.
"How have you been? Getting along well with that Soviet scientist?"
Howard bristled at the mention of scientific research. He did not hide the arrogance of a genius he had.
"I can only say that Anton Vanko is a good assistant. At least he keeps up with me and doesn't look like a chimpanzee after I finish talking about my design ideas and specific plans."
Look, this bitter sarcasm, mean-spirited comments, and obvious Stark family-style…
"Howard, I have a hunch. Sooner or later, you will be beaten to death because of your mouth."
Luke's mouth twitched. He finally understood why Trask and Dr. Zola didn't want to talk with Howard.
During their regular breaks, the two men, who were also top scientists, preferred to order a meal and return to the office to enjoy it alone rather than face the constant chatter from Iron Man's father.
There's no way around it. This guy could always destroy other people's appetite and good mood quickly and effectively.
"Don't think that I'm still like how I was in the past."
Howard made an innocent look and seriously said, " People who know me know that I'm actually courteous and easy-going, easy to talk to."
"How's the progress with the power armor?"
Luke smiled and changed the subject.
"It will take some time before it could be put into use, especially in regards to materials. I'm still waiting for your surprise package."
Howard had a copy of the information in his hand and tossed it onto the table.
"By the way, I have been looking for you several times before. Carter said that you went to … Kathmandu and planned to take a trip to purify your soul. What's going on?"
"As Peggy said, I did go to Kathmandu."
Luke readily admitted it; there was no need to hide it.
"Not only that, I got an extra harvest."
Snap!
He snapped his fingers.
A cluster of fire ignited at the tip of his finger.
Afterward, the faint light was drawn into an arc.
Like a living thing, it changed its appearance.
It was like a wonderful show that dazzled the eyes.
"I am now a high-level master who graduated successfully and is recognized by Kamar Taj."
Luke raised the corners of his mouth and whispered.
'Master?'
Howard was frozen for a few seconds, and with unprecedented respect, he sincerely said, "Master, I would like to learn this!"
A strong desire to learn, and a burning flame of curiosity, instantly took over his heart.
After seeing vampires and werewolves, Howard was very calm about the existence of magic in this world.
"You'll have to wait a while. The Principal of the Master's Training School has been away on business recently."
Luke shrugged his shoulders, having expected Howard's reaction.
Obviously, science and women couldn't satisfy Iron Man's father. This guy needed something more exciting.
Learning magic was a good option.
By the way, Iron Man seems to have been a Sorcerer Supreme -- in some other future timeline.
"Back to business, what happened to the matter I asked you to investigate before?"
Luke cleared his throat and straightened up.
He looked around with super vision, without missing a single detail.
His super hearing enveloped the room, not letting go of a single abnormality.
He didn't continue to speak until he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his office, "I didn't tell Carter about spying on the President and the White House. I only told you."
"I haven't found anything wrong for the time being."
Howard touched his mustache, and half-jokingly said, "If word gets out that S.H.I.E.L.D. is secretly listening to the White House Oval Office, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar, and you might not be able to step away from it."
Luke grimaced, what's so strange about this?
About 20 years from now, a President would be forced to resign because of similar incidents.
"Why do you suspect the President? He has so many Secret Service agents and bodyguards on his person. How could there be a problem?"
Howard asked, puzzled.
"In addition to my sensitive instincts, I found a few clues -- about the White House."
Luke pulled open the right-hand drawer and threw a few blurry photos, along with a report, at Howard.
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